Gave ’Em An Inch

[Intro]
Right, yeah
Fire in the belly
Time's now
Check, check it
What?

[Verse 1]
Fuck pissin' in ya pocket, I'ma piss in your mouth
I'ma break it down for fools that ain't figured it out
Even at my own gigs, bouncers kickin' me out
How the fuck you s'posed to rhyme when you listen to house?
You call that street? Fuck your beats, mics is better
For better or worse, we better when we rhyme together
I'ma do whatever it's worth, hurt whoever
Got dirt on my name like a worthless treasure
You all biters, you took a bite and left the rest
Disrespect, the still best kept to death threats
Better stop talkin' shit about my crew or the jet
Do or die [?] yo, we true to the death
Music to me, it's so beautiful as can be
Why the fuck you even talkin'? You ain't lookin' at me
If you need some extra sales, put some doof on your beats
After my album, they'll probably burn books in the streets

[Hook]
Gave 'em an inch, they fuckin' took a mile and winced
I didn't complain, they even bit my style [?]
This is the name forever [?] my drinks
It's Lazy Grey, forever offer [?] my drinks
Gave 'em an inch, they fuckin' took a mile and winced
I didn't complain, they even bit my style [?]
This is the name forever [?] my drinks
And to this day, forever offer [?] my drinks

[Verse 2]
Time's critical, situation pitiful
They talkin' life's good, well, fuck it, mine is miserable
And any cunt that tries to tell me any different
I'ma bring it to your city with the methylated spirits
A ritual the wreaks havoc with complete damage
Crumble your realities, watch your dreams vanish
My team addict for drugs, on the street antics
[?] lookin' for love, you on the wrong planet
A strong candid AKA the bomb dragon
Yeah, I smoke so much weed, I got no time for braggin'
Or the writers taggin', if you spinnin' on your back dancin'
Or spinnin' in the club like DJ Ransom
You in the street or into street? Let me ask that question
You into me or into scene? Tell us your connection
I reckon you suck cock like Paris Hilton
Drop names and talk fame, you fuckin' villains
Perpatrate, gots to kill 'em, that's my slogan
A river city rebel who directed down to Logan
In the eighties, I fuckin' hated all you bogans
Hassle me in the shop while I was chain smokin'
Stole my bike, threatened my brother's life
'Cause in my mind, he's the king of eighty-nine
That's the year I dropped my first demo
Used to sound like a sepo, a decade later, now we got Ken Oath

[Hook]
Gave 'em an inch, they fuckin' took a mile and winced
I didn't complain, they even bit my style [?]
This is the name forever [?] my drinks
It's Lazy Grey, forever offer [?] my drinks
Gave 'em an inch, they fuckin' took a mile and winced
I didn't complain, they even bit my style [?]
This is the name forever [?] my drinks
And to this day, forever offer [?] my drinks